Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

In the early morning, the sunlight, like a naughty child, squeezed in through the gap in the curtains, casting a patch of light on the carpet.

Liu Xiaoli felt as if her entire skeleton had been disassembled and reassembled, with every muscle protesting, the soreness mixed with an indescribable tingling sensation.

This feeling is so unfamiliar.

My ex, that guy who only knew how to use diplomatic language, treated sex like a work report—he went through the motions and finished quickly, nothing like last night…

It was nothing short of a savage and chaotic plunder.

She turned over, the silk blanket sliding against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

The scene from last night involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

Because Sisi was right next door, she had to bite down hard on her pillowcase to swallow back all the broken sounds that were about to burst out of her throat.

The thrill of flirting with extreme shame made her usually dignified and composed face instantly burn bright red.

There's even a certain infatuation...

The seat next to me was empty.

Yu Le was standing by the bed getting dressed.

The morning light shone on his bare upper body, revealing the smooth, firm lines of his back muscles, which rippled with the movements of his arms, exuding explosive power.

This doesn't look like a salted fish that just wants to lie flat all day.

It was clearly a wolf that had eaten and drunk its fill and was full of energy.

"woke up?"

Yu Le put on the loose white T-shirt and turned around.

Liu Xiaoli subconsciously pulled the blanket up, covering most of her face, leaving only her watery eyes visible.

"Hmm..." Her voice was terribly hoarse.

Yu Le walked over, bent down, and gently kissed her forehead.

"Sleep a little longer. You don't need to get up early today, I'll make breakfast."

He tucked the blanket in smoothly, his movements as practiced as if he had done it a thousand times.

Looking at his refreshed appearance, Liu Xiaoli felt inexplicably resentful.

He was the one who put in all the effort, so why was it that he was the one who ended up paralyzed in bed, unable to move?

This unscientific.

"Um..." Liu Xiaoli stretched a hand out from under the covers and grabbed his clothes, her fingertips still tinged with pink. "Qianqian...she..."

"Don't worry, that girl is sleeping like a log, she can't hear you."

Yu Le patted the back of her hand, a meaningful smirk on his face.

"Besides, she locked the door and she started the fire."

Liu Xiaoli was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into the ground, so she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Yu Le dodged to the side, caught the pillow and put it back on the bed, then walked out of the bedroom.

The living room was quiet.

The TV is not on.

Liu Qianqian, who should have been sleeping in, was sitting properly on the sofa.

He stood with his back straight, hands on his knees, and a copy of "An Actor Prepares" in front of him, but he didn't even realize he was holding the book upside down.

Upon hearing the door open, the little girl froze, her head turning mechanically.

Those usually bright and lively eyes were now filled with "weakness, pitifulness, and helplessness".

Last night's "locking the door from the inside" trick was fun, but the aftereffects were too strong.

This morning, as soon as she woke up, countless ways to die automatically played in her mind: being nagged to death by her mother, having her snacks cut off by Uncle Yu, or being beaten by a double team...

"Uncle Yu... good morning."

Liu Qianqian forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, her voice weak and unsteady.

Yu Le didn't say anything.

He walked to the single sofa, sat down with an air of authority, crossed his legs, and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

His face was expressionless, revealing neither joy nor anger, but the invisible pressure he exuded was terrifying.

"come over."

Just two simple words.

Liu Qianqian was so startled that she trembled and the book in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She stood up hesitantly, took small steps to Yu Le, lowered her head, and clasped her hands together, like a primary school student waiting for sentencing after making a mistake.

"Um... the door lock is broken... really... it's probably been in disrepair for years..."

She tried to argue, but her voice grew softer and softer until she finally shut up altogether.

Yu Le stared at her for a full minute.

He only spoke slowly when fine beads of cold sweat began to appear on the girl's forehead.

"Liu Qianqian".

Full name and surname.

It’s over.

Liu Qianqian closed her eyes, preparing to face the storm.

"What do you want to do in the future?"

"what?"

Liu Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes, looking completely bewildered.

The script is wrong!

Shouldn't it be a moral judgment like "Why did you lock the door?"

How did it suddenly escalate to the level of life philosophy?

Yu Le pointed to the sofa opposite.

"Sit down. Let's talk."

Liu Qianqian sat down carefully, only daring to touch half of her bottom.

Yu Le looked at the still somewhat immature girl in front of her.

After last night, his relationship with Liu Xiaoli is now completely confirmed.

This home will be his anchor point in this world from now on.

He could no longer treat this adopted daughter as just a fun pet, as he had before.

Some things need to be said openly.

"Sissi, we're family now."

Yu Le spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of solemnity.

"There are some things you might not know. Your Uncle Yu may seem lazy, but I can earn enough money to support you and your mother for several lifetimes."

Liu Qianqian blinked.

Make some money? In several lifetimes?

How many "dots" are there? A billion dots?

"So, you actually have many choices in your life."

Yu Le leaned forward and looked directly into her eyes.

"You don't necessarily have to squeeze onto that narrow bridge of the entertainment industry. That circle looks glamorous, but it's actually full of filth underneath. It's full of backstabbing, favoritism, and bullying; it's incredibly dirty."

"If you like reading, I'll send you to the best universities, Harvard, Cambridge, you can choose. If you like painting, playing the piano, or just want to be a rich kid who lives a life of leisure, shopping and buying bags every day, I can afford it all."

"Even if you want to do scientific research and study how rockets go into space, I can build you a laboratory."

Yu Le was not joking.

He is a traveler.

The information gaps in his mind, even just a small fraction of them, could be exchanged for enough wealth to pamper this little girl and ensure she never has to lift a finger for the rest of her life.

He doesn't need her to sell smiles in the entertainment industry, nor does he need her to socialize with those greasy capitalists.

She can live like a real princess if she wants to.

The living room fell silent.

Only the clock on the wall made a "tick-tock" sound.

Liu Qianqian was stunned.

She had never thought about these things.

From a very young age, her mother told her that she should practice dancing, learn acting, and become a big star.

This seems to be a program that came with her from the factory settings.

But now, someone is telling her that the program can be modified.

She doesn't have to be a celebrity.

She doesn't have to jump into icy water to film in the dead of winter, doesn't have to be afraid to eat too much braised pork to maintain her figure, and doesn't have to fake a smile for the camera.

The temptation is too great.

Liu Qianqian lowered her head and looked at her toes.

Those feet, calloused from practicing martial arts, were now curled up in fluffy slippers.

Give up?

Be a happy parasite?

Images from the film set flashed through my mind.

The flash, the camera, the moment the director yells "Action!"

And then there's the version of myself that, despite the exhaustion and hardship, portrays another life in front of the camera.

That exhilarating, out-of-body feeling, that vanity of being the center of attention, and...

She looked up.

The confusion and innocent naiveté that had been in those phoenix eyes had vanished.

Instead, a ball of fire took its place.

Uncle Yu.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

"I want to be a star."

She paused, then added.

"I want to be the kind of superstar that... is known throughout China, no, the whole world."

"I want to act. Although memorizing lines is annoying and being suspended by wires is painful, I like the feeling of standing in front of the camera."

Yu Le looked at her.

There were no surprises, and no disappointments.

This girl has a restless spirit running through her veins.

This is a job I was born to do.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind! I'm not changing!" Liu Qianqian nodded vigorously, and even waved her little fist as if to prove her determination. "Even if I have to eat grass every day from now on, I'll accept it!"

"OK."

Yu Le stood up, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

"Since you want to be a star, let's be the biggest one."

He walked up to Liu Qianqian, reached out and ruffled her head hard, turning her smooth, long hair into a mess.

"From now on, I'll hold up the sky if it falls. You just keep charging forward."

"Those filthy waters, muddy practices, and unspoken rules—if they dare to touch you even a little bit..."

Yu Le narrowed his eyes, his tone revealing a chilling intent.

"I'm going to turn this entertainment industry upside down."

Liu Qianqian felt a warm and solid hand above her head, and an unprecedented sense of security enveloped her whole body.

She sniffed, then suddenly opened her arms and hugged Yu Le's waist.

"Uncle Yu, you're so kind!"